"What? You want to talk? Wait! I'll call my wife and kids: you can knock me out in front of them again. You know what? You're a crazy man." Clasped his hands behind his head. Wearing white pants and white shoes and a Hawaiian shirt with the top three buttons undone, gold crucifix gold chain nestled in chest hair. Feet up on black leather ottoman. "They'll come and lock you up one of these days."

 "They're locking me up?"

one night afraid he was still a house painter I was in front of my father